Group-Captain Gilmore: Doctor, my men have just put three high explosive grenades into a confined area. Nothing even remotely human could have survived that. The Seventh Doctor: That's exactly the point, Group-Captain. It isn't EVEN remotely human!

Gilmore: You were hired as a chief scientific advisor. One tends to expect advice from one's advisors. Rachel: For one thing, Group Captain, I was not hired - I was drafted. And for another, do you think I'm enjoying having some space vagrant come along and tell me that the painstaking research I devoted my life to has been superseded by a bunch of tin-plated pepper pots?

Rachel: Doctor, we've had a report of a radar contact. The Doctor: A re-entry curvital orb? Rachel: Yes. The Doctor: That'll be the Imperial Dalek shuttlecraft. Gilmore: What! They're not landing a spaceship here? The Doctor: Here? No. They're much too far from the main action. [a rocket-like rumble is heard outside] Gilmore: You're sure? Ace: [at the window] Whoa! The Doctor: Ace, get away form the window! [a Dalek shuttlecraft approaches the school courtyard] The Doctor: DOWN! [Everyone takes cover while a Dalek Imperial shuttle lands outside the school, shattering glass in the windows] The Doctor: I think I might have miscalculated.